Saw "Grindhouse" again!

The crowd was cooler this time. Everyone had a blast! I smelled weed in the theatre!

Man, Rose is so smoking hot in this movie! Just look at that! LOOK!!!

I'm not even going to write anymore in this post, Just gonna look at her for a bit.

How can you look at her and not think God is here?

Consider the following self-evident and universally recognized truth about Rose and God: Concept and design necessitate an intelligent designer. The presence of intelligent design proves the existence of an intelligent designer. It's simply cause and effect. In my search for proof of God's existence, I could examine the various claims of supernatural occurrences, determine whether or not these are legitimate experiences, and build a case for the existence of the supernatural, which would be a step towards identifying a supernatural "Creator God." Or I can just apply what we already know and search for signs of intelligent design within creation itself.

I know that design necessitates a designer. In fact, in accordance with this fundamental axiom, design detection methodology is a prerequisite in many fields of human endeavor, including archaeology, anthropology, forensics, criminal jurisprudence, copyright law, patent law, reverse engineering, crypto analysis, random number generation, and SETI. And how do we recognize intelligent design? In general, we find "specified complexity" to be a reliable indicator of the presence of intelligent design. Chance can explain complexity alone but not specification; a random sequence of letters is complex but not specified (it's meaningless). A Shakespearean sonnet is both complex and specified (it's meaningful). We can't have a Shakespearean sonnet without Shakespeare.

Tell me you wouldn't want some of that, Rose Mcgowan on you!